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What Love Looks Like: A Reflection on Love That Walks With Us
What Love Looks Like is more than a canvas—it’s a reflection of sacred, quiet love that walks with us in the everyday. In this gentle post, I share the story and spirit behind the art, honoring the mothers and nurturers who show up with grace and presence. This piece is part of my Where Love Walks collection, created to hold space for love, stillness, and sacred connection.

A Circle of One Is Still a Circle
Sometimes sacred days stir more than we expect. This reflection is for those who’ve walked alone, questioned their worth, and are ready to rest in this truth: you are still being held. You are still becoming.

Spirit Moves in Signs: A Reflection on Listening Before the Shift
Before the breakthrough, there’s often a whisper. A loosening. A quiet sign that something is changing. We may be looking for thunder, but spirit often moves in softness—a single bud, a subtle release, a breath of clarity. In those sacred, in-between spaces, we are reminded: the shift begins before it’s visible. You are not stuck—you’re simply in the turning.

In the Pause Between Steps
Sometimes after we take a bold step, we find ourselves in stillness—not stuck, but stationed. This reflection honors the space between movement and clarity, reminding us that waiting can be holy too.

Finding Opportunity in Loss: The Door You Never Expected to Open
Finding Opportunity in Loss: The Door You Never Expected to Open is a reflection on how grief, surrender, and divine timing intersect. When what we’ve held onto falls away, it doesn’t always mean we’ve lost—it might mean we’re finally free to become. This piece explores what it means to walk through an unexpected door and discover the strength, insight, and alignment waiting on the other side.

Why I’m Finally Sharing the Message I Was Given Years Ago
After years of waiting, I’m finally sharing the message I was given long ago: the Journey to Me™ framework—born from loss, resilience, faith, and becoming.